Alrighty, spacemuffinz, I think I got everything in there…

I dunno… I think it lost something. I probably should have moved them around a bit to compensate for… well, for that big-BLEEP hat mostly. And Rabbit ears… I had a hard time with the Walter Girls as they kinda have pigment issues and tend to fade out, especially when Beebop has decided to hunker down to get into the picture. But Beebop is the thing I added and I’m proud of myself because it matches the angle of Steve’s body in the original (and he’s waving! Hey, Beebop). I suppose at least one leg should have been in there too, but it was busy enough. Rabbit has hands but hands is hard… she’s pulling a Bela Lugosi over on the right hand there, and the left hand is in the classic ballerina/doll pose. Much Barbie. And making Rabbit smile… it just makes her look like she’s trying to decide which vein to go for first. I love that, mind you…

I shrank Sam a little as requested and made David’s hand a little bigger, and HOLY SHRIMP Rabbit is well-endowed in the original, yeeps… Hatchworth is not Sam, though. That chin… he has to be a robot now.

I still like the original better. I could look at Chelsea’s hair and Sam’s mustache all day. And Steve… he’s got to be hanging from a helicopter… or just on the down swing of a bungee cord.


BTW I think the thing you think is missing is mine is more stark which gives tude. I drew it with a see thru black then pumped it with an S curve.


(Please watch in 720 or 1080! <3)

So I made a Walter Girl video!

I have a headcanon that to spread awareness and just general helpfulness the Walter Workers are put in a rotation of going door to door to hand out pamphlets or answer any questions the general populace might have. Not to be a nuisance, really the only goal here is to try and be helpful to any type of automaton or robot. Unfortunately, not all the Walter Workers have great people skills. 

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I found the oldest recording of a song that I did last night.
This was done sometime around 2005.
Samuel Luke (our drummer) recorded this little ditty with me on his 4-track recorder.
It’s super shitty and I had never done anything like it before at the time.
You can totally hear me laughing and Sam telling me what to do…

I was playing acoustic guitar and he was playing electric with a little bit of keyboard.

I never would have thought that I’d be doing something like Steam Powered Giraffe back then…let alone performing music live. :/


Everyone be jealous. My otp sang to each other. 


If only more people thought like this.



Alrighty I guess it’s time to make this post.

Hello I’m Camille and I will be jumping on the SPG train as the new Walter Girl! You might know my sister Chelsea. Maybe. I’m very excited to be apart of the group and to get to know everyone. :)


Introducing our new Walter…








My 7 year old son was shot down by his 1st grade teacher

The american public education system in a nutshell tho

My third grade teacher actually had a conversation with my mom that I was reading to well and told her to stop having me read at home

My first grade teacher said that it was problematic that I was reading ahead of the rest of the kids in my grade and asked my parents to stop letting me read Harry Potter.

My fourth grade teacher thought it was wrong for my dad to be teaching me complex math because it fascinated me.

My elementary school music teacher hated the way my piano teacher taught me, and how I was more advanced than many of her students, and so told me, in front of my peers and my mother, that I was not good enough to participate in the state solo festival. She would not give me the form. We had to procure it from the district instead. She also hated how I excelled at reading and playing music for the recorder, and so she refused to give me my “belts” (colored beads to signify our level) and humiliated me in front of the class repeatedly.

My eighth grade algebra teacher used to fail me on take home tests because I didn’t solve problems exactly the way she showed us in class; I used methods that we had learned for other types of problems that also applied to these. She took points off my tests because I didn’t bring a calculator even though I got 100% without it, because I was able to do it by hand. I had to call my father, who is an engineer, down to the school to shout her down and give me back my A in the class.

My 10th grade Spanish teacher yelled at me in front of the class numerous times because she didn’t like the way I took notes; she thought that since I didn’t write every word off the slide, I wasn’t getting it all down. I had to explain to her that people who have taken advanced courses, like AP or IB classes, know that in a fast-paced learning environment you need to take quick shorthand notes that contain the necessary information rather than wasting time writing every word. She almost gave me detention.

My 11th grade English teacher gave me a poor mark on my first short essay because she believed that I was looking up unnecessarily complex words in a thesaurus to try and get better marks. The phrases in question: “laced with expletives” and “bombarded”. She wouldn’t hear any defense from me.

My 11th grade history teacher failed me on an essay about the 1950s because I misread the prompt. Except the prompt wasn’t words; it was a political cartoon. One of the figures was clearly president Eisenhower, but the other I couldn’t place. My teacher would not tell us who it was. I labelled him as the governor of Little Rock Arkansas during the integration period, and wrote an essay about that subject. My teacher said that no, it was Joseph McCarthy, and that there was a small picture of the man in our textbook and therefore I should have recognized him instantly. Half the class, apparently, did not.

The American school system is not here to educate us or to encourage us to learn; it’s here to keep us in line and silent. It’s here to keep us from deviating and being our own people and forming our own ideas. Don’t let it win.

"The American school system is not here to educate us or to encourage us to learn; it’s here to keep us in line and silent. It’s here to keep us from deviating and being our own people and forming our own ideas. Don’t let it win." 

Fun story time. I loved to read. So much so, I was reading chapter books in kindergarden. I broke the record for reading points in elementary school. They actually had to start making up prizes for me. No one in the history of the school had ever read so many books in a year. Basically, my class liked me because I won those suckers pizza parties in my spare time.

In second grade, I had a teacher named Ms. Mobley who believed all children should be average. She flat out told my father that all children should make C’s, and should never strive for more than that.

Not only was she insane, she also would routinely spell things wrong for us to copy for our spelling tests. Later, when we spelled those words wrong on the test, she would mark us off. Yes, our own teacher was sabotaging us.

I should have been tested for gifted classes, but I was not. Why? Ms. Mobley didn’t believe in “gifted” children.

This teacher had tenure and could not be fired.

Never forget.

"The American school system is not here to educate us or to encourage us to learn; it’s here to keep us in line and silent. It’s here to keep us from deviating and being our own people and forming our own ideas. Don’t let it win." 

George Orwell couldn’t invent this shit

it’s twisted stuff

I think Bastille is just a big spn fan tbh

me: republicans and democrats are both useless
dad: yeah, right on
me: both parties are ineffective, minor factional splits within the same general ideology, and their representatives are completely out of touch with the average person's reality
dad: yeah, I guess
me: the only thing that can save us now is absolute revolution
dad: wait what
me: we start by dismantling white supremacy and patriarchal hierarchies, adopting the practice of decolonization, while simultaneously retiring capitalism and private property, and redistributing all wealth and resources
dad: no stop-

I believe in Bunny Bennett.


I’ll be one of those ten people. Because I refuse to let her stand alone. Even if my support can’t drown out the hate she’s receiving, I won’t stand down. Because somebody’s gotta be there in the end.

When Bunny Pulls The Trigger


Regrets of deleting my old Tumblr. That I caved to the pressure of a flock of internet police…who didn’t even know who I was…is pretty disappointing. I lost a lot of wonderful stuff due to feeling bullied to the point I had to get off for my own safety. And it’s my own fault. I…